Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
JFA,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
PIL,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
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Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.